Poem -

CAN WE JUSTIFY ???

CAN WE JUSTIFY ???

While a windstorm

Rages in heart of hearts,

And drowning memories

Ravage my aspirations,

Helpless I stand

In a desert, isolated.

The storm of agony

Uproot my dreams

And crash-lands my aspirations

In the mire of dejection

As if I am an accursed orphan

The delicate childhood

Is ruthlessly crushed

By inhumane attitude;

While day –to-day life

Merely remain a mirage.

In search of kind adoring hearts

To quench not oĀ­nly hunger

But the thirst of love too

Sleepless at night, I day-dream.

We witnessed aggressions

We came across conflicts

We viewed what brutality is

We faced the brunt of wars.

Yet, we speak of love and peace,

Talk of civilized approach,

Boast of being humane,

Above all, we act too smart

With the ā€˜Universal Peace’ slogan.

Oh human ! How come…?

When we intently ignore

To give minimum priority

To orphans and street children

Yes, How come…?

How can we justify ourselves

With mere words, devoid of action.

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